Page 27 of Iron Will
“When we goin’?”
“Few days. I’ll let you know.”
“Got ya.”
Axel pushes off from the wall and disappears down the hallway.
By now, the nurses have given up on Bear’s ever planting his ass in that wheelchair. The short one, Katie, throws up her hands in defeat and storms off, wheeling the chair in front of her. Bear grins — the first time I’ve seen him crack a smile since he got into this place.
“Jesus Christ, you’re an asshole,” I call out at him.
“Ah, fuck you,” he fires back over his shoulder. “You wouldn’t ride in one of those things, either.”
“True that,” I admit with a laugh.
Bear lifts his chin at me, and then at Rogue, who’s standing guard outside Paisley’s room. Then, flanked by two other brothers and a prospect, he saunters down the hallway toward freedom, on his own two feet — but not before flipping the bird one final time at room two-seventeen.
Now that theshow is over, I turn my attention to the other reason I’m here.
“Hey,” I ask a pretty blonde nurse who’s just coming out of a room a couple of doors down from Paisley’s. “Where can I find that social worker? Laney? She have an office or something?”
The blonde opens her eyes a little wider at me, but otherwise doesn’t react. “Her office is on the first floor. In the east wing. There’s a directory next to the elevators downstairs that will tell you her office number.”
When I get down to the first floor, I find the directory, right where the blonde nurse said it would be. For a second, I don’t see Laney’s name, but then I realize it’s because she’s listed under Delaney. I note her last name, too: Hart.
Filing that information away, I head down the hall toward where her office should be.
The door to Laney’s office is cracked open about six inches. I rap on it with a knuckle and push it a little wider. She’s sitting in front of a laptop, typing, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she concentrates. After a second she looks up. Her eyes flicker in recognition when she sees me.
“Hello,” she murmurs, one brow arching.
She’s wearing her hair up today, in a bun high on her head that somehow manages to look professional and fuck hot at the same time. A black silk shirt with a low neckline slides softy against her skin, showing off the swell of those breasts I’ve been dying to touch. The plump lower lip she was biting glistens slightly, pulling at my attention and making my jeans uncomfortably tight as I imagine her wrapping it and its partner around my cock.
“Hey,” I mutter. My voice comes out husky. “Can I talk to you for a few?”
Laney shifts her body toward me. “What’s up?”
“It’s about Paisley.”
Laney blinks, then rises in her chair and picks up a small key ring sitting on the desk next to her laptop. “I wouldn’t mind grabbing a cup of coffee,” she says. “There’s a shop on this floor.”
“I’ll buy you a cup. Come on.”
I push the door open the rest of the way and hold it open for her. As she steps through, she raises here eyebrow again. “How gentlemanly of you,” she teases.
“That’s me. All gentleman.”
That, and it gives me the chance to cop a look at that fucking fantastic ass of hers.
She’s wearing one of those pencil skirts today, the kind that hugs her thighs. It’s the color of ripe plums. The heels she’s got on are giving me all sorts of fantasies about takin’ her back inside that office, locking the door, and having her strip down until those shoes are the only thing she’s got on while I fuck her on the desk.
My cock throbs. I force myself to think of dead puppies and come up beside her.
When we get to the coffee shop, I ask her what she wants to drink, then tell her to go get us a place to sit. I grab our orders, and find her at a small table against the far wall. There’s only two other customers, both of them alone, at tables on the other side of the shop.
“Here you go,” I say. I set her cup down and grab the chair across from her.
“Thanks.” Laney picks up the coffee and takes a quick sip, grimacing slightly. “Hot.”